The White Moonlight Kidnapping Plan

It took me a long while before I dared to lower my hands.

My target was gone, and I’d been sold off. I didn’t get a single cent of those two hundred million.

The more I thought about it, the more heartbroken I became, and I couldn’t help but burst into loud wails.

Just as I finished crying and was about to get out of the car,

the skinny guy leaned over into the driver’s seat and gave me a complex look through the rearview mirror.

“You look like such a frail little girl, but when you howl, you sound like a pig being slaughtered.”

Then he muttered under his breath, “I have no idea what Brother Lu sees in you, but he still insisted I bring you back.”

I cried even harder.

The skinny guy drove me home.

To the Lu residence.